Meri Kurisumasu!
Chapter Two: Bulma
As usual, Capsule Corp. was a bustling place filled with a variety of sites and sounds. Mail carts were pushed down the hall, delivering tidings of good cheer, men and women conversed together, happily asking who would appear at the party this year, and who with. On one of the upper levels, carols could be heard while a few floors down another voice rang out.
"Yo! Cut that racket up there! I'm trying to train!" Vegeta yelled, quickly drawing his wifes attention. She popped her head into the room for a second and smiled. "Please be patient." Bulma begged. "They're only trying to enjoy the holidays. Maybe you should too." Vegeta grumbled and continued training while Bulma continued down the hall.
'Honestly, that man' she thought. 'Would it kill him to have a little spirit?'
"Miss Bulma?"
Bulma turned to face a young secretary with an arm full of files. "Yes, what is it?" she asked, moving to help the young girl. "I'm sorry to bother you ma'am, but I was wondering, about the Christmas party. Is it for employees only or can we bring dates from outside?"
Suddenly Bulma's faced cringed in realization. "Oh my gosh! The party! How could I forget?! I have to finish setting everything up!"
She dashed down the hall, leaving a dazed secretary behind. "But Miss…" She cried out as Bulma disappeared around a corner.
Gathering up a crew of employess, Bulma set about changing Capsules main hall from a business center to a dance hall. "Okay, you three! Go find all the decorations. They should be in the east section of the seventh floor. Takaza! Find us a dj or a band. Whatevers cheapest and fastest. You! Get the janitorial staff in here to clear out all these desks and bring the tables in from the banquet hall. Then I want as many chairs as possible brought in, just make sure theres enough room in the center for dancing and everything. Shira, when those guys get back with the decorations, I want you and some of the other girls from your department to get to work on them. If you need help just drag someone over. Alright, oh and food! Someone call a couple of catering places and tell them we need all they have avaiable for the night. They're gonna be busy so promise them top dollar! Is that all? I'm not missing anything am I?"
"Ma'am, the tree?"
"Right! Okay, I'll take care of that. Let's get moving people!"
The group quickly scattered and Bulma headed out to her car. As she sped down the road she picked up her cell phone and dialed the operator.
"May I help you?"
"Yeah, this is Bulma Briefs. I need a twenty-five foot tree by tonight."
"Just a moment ma'am, I'll send you a listing of all possibilities." In a few seconds she heard a whirring and the list printed out from her mini fax. "Thanks a bunch." She said quickly, as she headed for the highway.
After trying several different places, Bulma stopped at a tree farm in a rural area. Jumping out of the car she was greeted by a plump man in overalls and a flannel shirt. "Welcome Ma'am. Can I help you?" He greeted. "Yeah. I called earlier." She told him. The man nodded and motioned for her to follow him. After several minutes of walking they stopped in front of a tree. A perfect tree.
"I'll take it." Bulma told him, reaching for her credit card. The man rung it up, then loaded it onto a truck. "We'll have it to your company in an hour or two."
"That's fine." Bulma told him, running back to her car to make sure everything else was being done.